Jack’s POV
The bass of the music thudded through the club, vibrating beneath my feet. Around me, the party was in full swing—teammates laughing loudly, bottles of champagne popping, and women draped across the booth like trophies. This was a celebration, a time to let loose before the charity match, but my head wasn’t in it.
I sat back in the plush VIP booth, cradling a glass of whiskey, my gaze distant.
“You’re doing it again,” Mason said, sliding into the seat across from me.
“Doing what?” I muttered, not bothering to look at him.
“Brooding. You’ve been quiet ever since that kid yesterday,” Mason said, leaning forward. “Still thinking about her?”
I frowned, the image of Ellie flashing through my mind: her curls bouncing, her bright smile, and that star-shaped birthmark. “Yeah,” I a
